Play sports.

Space Jam.

MIND FRRRRRRRRREEEAAAAKKKK!!

Dark Kustoms.

I really want one of these.

Burger Queen

This looks like the epitome of a critter get together, I love it. " Naw! I saw him and Candi over there smokin meth."

Emo make out session.

Girl on girl? Guy on guy? Either way, their haircuts look like ruffled chicken asses.

Little legs.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!

More Super Trip.

Plains. Great Plains.

Good morning.

We are in the desert. How are we gonna get firewood?

Rick! Be careful!

Skumfucks

AAAAHHHHHH!!!!

Stolen from Kickstart Cycle

This world will never understand our love.

"Dude, where d'ya get that Mcgriddle?..... Are they still servin' breakfast?"

Robby trying to surf in 1st gear.

Fuck surfing the interstate, try that shit slow.

Cute little undies.

Mosley's house is perfect. Everything is spotless and metro, so of course we have to give him a hard time about it. Joe found some cool under garments in his laundry pile and modeled them.

John The Painter, Surfing.

Touch the wave bro.

Unstuffed

A week ago today I hopped on my scoot and went to the store before my parents came over to cook out for Father's Day. I hadn't talked to anyone since the night before when we all left Larry's bike night. I just ran to the store. The only person that knew where I was going was my wife. About a block and a half from the house I got hit head on by a car that had veered into my lane. I never got knocked out and I remember every bit of the crash. After laying in the road for a few seconds I realized exactly how hurt I was and started to panic a little. I know it could have been much worse but I was still in pretty bad shape. I started to feel really alone laying there bleeding on the fucking scorching ass concrete. Within 30 seconds or so, one or 2 of my friends came running from what seemed like out of no where. Then within about 4 or 5 minutes of me bouncing off the window of that car there were 10 or 12 of my friends huddled around me keeping me calm, keeping Erin calm, talking to the cops and the EMT's or literally holding a towel over my leg to keep me from freaking out about the huge section of my calf that had just been ripped off. As scary as it was, I totally started to calm down. I didn't realize it until later but it was because I knew (probably subconsciously at least) that so many of my bros had dropped what they were doing to quite literally run to my aid. Over the next few days so many of my brothers in the Haints and people I can truly call my friends came to see me in the hospital or called or texted. Even if it was just to check on me and tell dick jokes or bring me a magazine or book, I've honestly never felt so loved by so many people. I consider myself one of the lucky few who can say that I have more than two real friends. I don't know what I've done so right in my life to have met the group of people I call my friends, but I want everyone to know how much it means to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Anyway, enough of the gay shit. Here are some gnarly photos of my leg.

HUH??

Rebel Sons would definelty do some time in Columbia, SC....

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Rad Scooters From Japan

I've had these photos forever. I don't know where they came from so I can't give credit. I'll just say they came from some dude named Guillermo. Visit Mo's website. Anyway, all I know is that these scooters are from Japan and they fucking rule!!! My favorite parts of these bikes are the creative ways they work around the oppressive vehicle codes..... Look closely. Total radness.

Summertime in Dixie

Fuck Yeah.

This is what I call having a good time. Little dudes, big boobs, and a Kelly Clarkson shirt.

Smokeout 11

Last night it flooded



Today it didn't. Then I saw this rad shovel/dirtbike.






Then the weirdest triumph ever



More to come

Be careful out there.....

success.

is reached when your garage looks like this. sweet scoots with some cool motors waiting in the wings. you would think this was some old grey beards honey den, but think again, check the tags.

This buys me a day or so.

More Super Trip.

I keep stealing these photos from Brandon, but he's so damn good at shooting them. I love the first photo. It looks like Duane is saying "Welcome, this is all yours."

Team Haints.

Let's party!

Smokeout 11 - Get there or die trying

We are now 12.5 hours into our 500 mile trip and have 100 left to go!

The belt took a shit in ole ATL.
2.5 hrs and 7 belts later...we were off












Radiator cracked 1 hr later.
JB weld and 2 more hrs later
























We headed out again! Smokeout bound dammit!
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Get well soon fucker.

This poor asshole has been layed up in the hospital for a while due to flying through a car windshield while chopping around. Leave him some comments about healing quick, being gay, or whatever.



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Haha!

So after we rolled back into town from our trek across the country, I went straight to the shop to drink beer with all our bros that didn't get to go on the trip with us. I mean literally from the road to the party. Anyways, Custom Jeff took this photo of me right after I got off of my bike. What a scum fuck I am.

Every weekend.

Lunch Racer

Unfortunately I'm not going to be able to make it to the Smokeout, but this little beauty is ready to go!





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